Before she was born, Sylvia Townsend Warner was called Andrew. When she was seven, her mother took against her for failing to be pretty and failing to be male; by the time she was 17 she was known to the boys of Harrow, where her father was a master, as 'the cleverest fellow we had'. She described herself as repelled by the 'devouring femaleness' of her mother and as owning a 'preponderantly masculine' intellect. At the age of 36 she fell for a young woman with a face like a sulky choirboy, and relaxed into a lifelong partnership, explaining: 'I lean more and more on her trousers.'

LRB 26 October 1989 | PDF Download